In my fiery death, the world began to open. I sensed a pulling that I had never felt before, and in a beautiful moment of singularity, everything which had been darkness before was transformed into light within me.

During this time, I reflected on the deep state of misery which had consumed me before.  All the delusions, doubts, and despair which felt as though they would be with me eternally were now gone, and the Earth appeared bright and full of form.  There was no longer any division between the comfort of my house and the World; I could roam the landscape as a playful explorer, just as I had done in childhood memories which felt strangely distant from me.  Now the World was a vast, uncharted landscape and I was the master of its Destiny.

Somewhere along the way, my love for life had disappeared, and the landscape became as grey and frozen as the Arctic Tundra.  Everything around me faded away, I became dizzy, and then only I remained.  I was lost in my thoughts.  Lost in the circles.

It was then that I was able to reflect on injustice and human suffering.  I could see a world free of Judgement and innocence.  Gazing outside of myself through these eyes, curiosity had a purpose which I could not have understood as a Child.  I felt a deep connection to the Universe.  Rainbows of colours passed through my line of vision.  I caught sight of an Orange soul, begging to be touched.  Violets, Greens, Reds, and Blues all passed through me like phantoms.


In this moment, I was struck by a feeling that I was not meant to be here, somehow.  There was something impossible, yet beautiful, about my presence on the Earth.  And yet I was alive.  In this same singular instance, a new realization dawned upon me.

By gazing out at Life through this Lens, I could find purpose.